Page 128 of Princes of Carnage

I swallow hard, a shiver going through me just from those words. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I can already feel myself slipping deeper into the way things used to be between us.

“I missed this.” The words fall from my lips before I have time to consider them or snatch them back. “I missed you.”

Phantom. The release only he could give me. The closeness I felt in those moments.

I don’t say all of that, but judging from the look on Killian’s face, he knows exactly what I mean. His eyes flash, and his hand shoots out like lightning. He leans down just enough that he can get a good grip on my hair, holding it tight in his fist.

My scalp stings with the force of it, pinpricks of pain and pleasure coursing through me from his rough handling.

“How much?” he rasps. “How much did you miss me? Miss this?”

“I—” My throat goes dry as I try to speak, and I have to swallow once and then again to try to get my voice working.

Killian yanks my head up even harder, and tears spring to my eyes from the way he’s pulling on my hair. He drags me up onto my knees and makes me look up at him, his face just a few inches from mine.

“Did you miss the way I take you apart? Did you miss the way I don’t give you any choice but to come undone for me?”

Fuck.

I shiver all over just from the way he’s talking, my body responding to him the way it always has. There’s no sign that he’s going to relent until I answer his questions, and honestly, I wouldn’t want him to.

Phantom was unyielding. Unless I used the safe word, he wouldn’t stop. And that’s Killian all over. He’s making that clear in the way he acts now, not letting up until I do what he wants. Just the knowledge of that ramps my arousal up another couple notches until I’m burning for him.

“Tell me, siren,” he breathes, using the name he always called me back at the club. Back then, I just assumed it was because we were hooking up anonymously. No names. No faces. But now it sounds almost like a term of endearment. “Tell me how much you’ve wanted it.”

“So much,” I admit in a choked voice, swallowing hard. “So fucking much, you don’t even know. I fucking—I dreamt about it, in the times between when I saw you at the club. I tried to get myself off, thinking about how you would use me. But it wasn’t the same.”

“I know.” He nods, his dark brown hair glinting in the light. “I know it wasn’t the same. I know you couldn’t get yourself off the way I can. You can’t ruin yourself the way I can ruin you.”

There’s something about the way he says it that makes me realize he’s not just bragging. He’s speaking with first-hand knowledge, like he’s seen me trying to get myself off the way he would do it.

That should piss me off, this reminder that he’s been in my house, been watching me for longer than I knew, but instead it just sets me on fire even more.

Because he knows.

He knows exactly what I need and how to give it to me.

There’s a satisfied look on his face as he takes in my reaction to his words, and the corners of his lips turn up into a small smile.

“I’m going to make sure you get what you need tonight,” he murmurs, leaning in closer. “Open your mouth.”

I hesitate, and his fingers go even tighter in my hair for a second. His other hand grips my jaw, hard enough that I know it’ll bruise if he digs in much more. He doesn’t repeat himself, but I know that he’s demanding my obedience and he’s ready to force me to comply if he has to.

As tempting as that is, I open my mouth, letting my lips part for him.

Killian leans back just a bit and then spits right into my open mouth. The sound of it is harsh, and I flinch a little, surprise rushing through me before the heat takes over again.

“Swallow it.”

I do, my throat working and my face burning from the degradation.

Nico and Atlas are still watching, both of them silent for the moment. If it wasn’t for the fact that I can feel their gazes burning into the back of my head, I might have thought they’d left, giving me and Killian this moment alone.

But there’s too much tension in the air for it to be just us, and Killian glances over my head for a second before flicking his eyes back down to me.

“Should we show them?” he asks, and the sound of his voice is so fucking touchable in this moment. It glides over my skin, making me shiver. “Should we show them how we did things at the club? Let them see just how you like it?”

My heart pounds at the prospect of it. The things Phantom—Killian—and I did at the club were private. Just for us. But Atlas and Nico are a part of this now, and the secret is out. The thought of them watching Killian take me apart makes my pussy throb with arousal, and I can’t resist the promise of how fucking hot it will be.

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